"I'm 25 years old, with a beautiful appearance and a sexy figure. My husband, a wealthy businessman, had an accident that left him unable to conceive. To inherit the vast family business, we agreed that I would seek out a handsome and healthy man to fulfill my dream of being a mother, while also enjoying the pleasures of being a woman. There will be generous compensation afterwards. Call me at 137..." Maxwell Clarkson raised an eyebrow, took out an old-fashioned phone, and dialed the number. "Hello, Madam. I'm here to fulfill your dream of becoming a mother. Are you available today?" The voice on the other end was soft and tender. "Yes, I am. Sir, let's meet in person. Half an hour from now, at the Hot Fairy Bar. I'll be wearing a black dress. How about you?" "White shirt and blue jeans." "See you then, Sir." Maxwell hung up the phone, shaking his head helplessly. How had someone as capable as him ended up in this situation? Maxwell had been raised by his master in the mountains since he was young. After twenty years of practice, he excelled in medicine, martial arts, and even geomancy. But just a few days ago, his master had driven him down the mountain, saying he had arranged a marriage for him to marry Abigail Jerome, the daughter of the Jerome family in Delington. However, his darn master had emptied his pockets, leaving him with only an old phone. These past few days had been tough as he made his way to Delington. He was all dirty and didn't want to meet his future father-in-law looking like this. So he came up with this plan to solve his immediate problem. Guided by a passerby, Maxwell found the Hot Fairy Bar. As soon as he entered, his eyes were drawn to a stunning beauty. Her low-cut evening gown couldn't hide her ample bosom, and beneath the hem of her skirt were slender legs wrapped in silk stockings. Her captivating narrow eyes scanned the room as if searching for someone. She was wearing the latest black Dior dress. She must be the one! Maxwell approached her. "Hello, Beauty! I'm here to fulfill your dream." She raised her crimson face, and her sharp eyes pierced as she appraised Maxwell. She was like a queen scrutinizing a subject. After a moment, she spoke with a breathy voice... "I'll offer you twenty thousand to spend the night with me." "Miss, you're quite straightforward." Maxwell was a bit taken aback. It seemed like she didn't want a child urgently but rather wanted to enjoy the process. How long had it been since her sex life had run dry? Clearing his throat, Maxwell said, "I advise you to take care of yourself. You don't need to resort to so many aphrodisiacs." "Why so much nonsense? Is five thousand enough?" Abigail said with frustration. What a fool! Who would consume that stuff? If it weren't for her grandfather suddenly telling her a few days ago that she had been engaged to someone and that person would come to propose in the next two days. This news was like a bolt from the blue for Abigail. As a daughter of the Jerome family in Delington, she had been busy with the family business for years, never even had a sweet romance. Now she was told she was going to get married, and her future husband was a country bumpkin. She couldn't accept it. After telling her best friend about it, her friend invited her to a bar to relax. However, she didn't expect her friend to be bribed by that scum Axel Foster, causing her to drink a spiked drink. Otherwise, how could she, the daughter of the Jerome family, spend money to find a man in her desperation? Meanwhile, not far away, a dozen burly men were aggressively asking around. "Have you seen a woman in a black dress?" "She's this tall with such long hair!" ... Abigail's face changed when she saw these people. She would rather die than let Axel have his way. She hurriedly threw herself into Maxwell's arms and said urgently, "I'm offering you one hundred thousand. You can't get more than this!" One hundred thousand dollars for one night… It was a good deal for both parties. Moreover, the other party was sacrificing so much just to have a child. Maxwell had to agree. "Deal! Where to?" "The hotel next door," Abigail said, restraining her desire and breathing heavily. Then, Maxwell took Abigail out of the bar through a side door and into the nearby hotel. ... As soon as they closed the door, Abigail eagerly pushed Maxwell onto the bed. "Strip now!" She commanded imperiously, like a queen giving orders. "Hey! Get off me!" Maxwell quickly got up, dominating Abigail, "Remember this! Women should be underneath." Abigail's body was already burning with desire. Feeling Maxwell's strong masculinity, her last shred of rationality evaporated immediately. Looking at her graceful body... Sensing her hot breath... Maxwell exclaimed, "What's going on? Is this your first time? Damn it..." Before he could finish his complaint, his mouth was covered by soft lips, and he was once again lost in instinctual pleasure. After several rounds of passion, the beauty fainted. Maxwell admired her delicate face and gently covered her with a blanket. "The advertisement was true after all. This girl really hasn't enjoyed the pleasures of being a woman. Otherwise, a wealthy young lady like her wouldn't be paying for a man. My luck isn't bad," Maxwell thought, feeling a bit tired. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. ... When daylight came, Abigail suddenly sat up, feeling sore all over. Memories of last night flashed through her mind. Maxwell also opened his eyes, surveying the beautiful woman before him. A night of passion had made her even more enchanting. Her already fair skin now had a charming sheen. Maxwell couldn't help but marvel at how worthwhile the deal was. Wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, Abigail said angrily, "Don't look at me! Turn away!" Maxwell chuckled. "Yesterday we..." "Shut up! Don't speak!" Abigail's voice was icy. Then, she quickly picked up the scattered clothes and dressed herself. Soon, Abigail regained her composure as the lofty queen. She sat on the sofa, staring at Maxwell with a cold voice, "Here's a check for one hundred thousand. Take it and leave Delington immediately! Otherwise, your life will be in danger!" Maxwell shrugged indifferently. "So you're pretending not to know me now after having sex?" Abigail's face turned icy. "Forget about last night and pretend it never happened! It was just a transaction. Don't even think about anything beyond that! Otherwise, not only will you not get the money, but you'll also lose your life! I'll say it again, take the money and leave Delington immediately! I don't want to see you again!" With that, she got up and walked away without looking back. Watching the check on the coffee table, Maxwell sneered. What a ridiculous girl! Did she just tell him to leave Delington? Who did she think she was? Tucking the check into his pocket, Maxwell took out the old phone that had run out of battery. As soon as he charged it and turned it on, it rang. Upon answering, he heard the same soft voice from yesterday. "Sir, why didn't you come to the Hot Fairy Bar yesterday? I looked for you all night." Maxwell was stunned for a moment and quickly realized. Damn! Did he sleep with the wrong person yesterday? Could it be that it was just a coincidence, and he slept with a rich woman whom he didn't know? Seeing that the other end of the phone was silent, the soft voice continued to ask, "Sir, why aren't you saying anything?" "I had something come up yesterday." "In that case, why don't you come directly to the Skyriver Grand Hotel? Room 3507, I'll be waiting for you." Skyriver Grand Hotel? Wasn't that the same hotel? Maxwell couldn't help but smile. "Okay! I'll be there in a moment." A few minutes later, he arrived at room 3507 and walked in. A girl in a tank top and short skirt, with fishnet stockings and small boots, was sitting on the bed playing with her phone. Maxwell raised an eyebrow. She was indeed beautiful and sexy, but was this girl really 25? She looked more like 18. The woman saw Maxwell and smiled ambiguously. "Sir, you're here so soon. Have a seat..."